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“Dom.” Trevor whispers my name, his hand winding around my hair. He tilts my head back, forcing me to look at him. His eyes move between me and my mouth. All the while, his cock presses against me, hard enough to let me know it’s there, but not hard enough to slide inside me.

I meet his gaze, willing for him to see how much I want him, how wet I am for him. Everything below my belly button throbs for him. I’m so aroused that I might need a fire hose to douse myself. Trevor hasn’t even kissed me and I’m practically coming apart at the seams. I want him to take me up against the side of the pool and fuck me senseless. I want him on the pool deck, on a lounge chair, up against the side of the cottage wall, and–

“Hey, who’s in there?”

Everything comes to a screeching halt. My lusty haze dissolves, reality leaping back into focus.

“Who’s in there?” The voice speaks a second time. The world crashes back in around me with startling clarity.

A flashlight beam cuts through the darkness. “If someone’s in there, I’m calling the police! This is private property!”

I glimpse bodies scurrying through the darkness, heading back to the fence. It’s Annika, Thomas, and Minnie, all of them buck naked as they scurry for their clothes. They’re trying to stay quiet, but snickers keep erupting.

“Shit, we gotta go.” Trevor hauls me toward the edge of the pool. I break free and swim the rest of the way, not even bothering to conceal my splashes as I hear a key rattling in the gate.

Right as Trevor and I pull ourselves out of the water, the security guard bursts in.

CHAPTER 26

Saran Wrap

TREVOR

I don’t know what I’m doing.

That’s not exactly accurate. I know exactly what I’m doing.

I’m holding Dom flush against my chest. Her legs are around me, her nipples are hard, and my dick is pressed up right against her hot pussy. My hand is in her loose hair and I’m loving the feel of her against me, even if there is a large amount of saran wrap between my hand and her skin. I’m hard as a rock and it’s all I can do not to maul her right here in the pool.

Seeing her strip down on the pool deck has left my head screwy. I knew the plan was for skinny-dipping, yet somehow I hadn’t realized just how bright it would be beneath the moon in Skyview Villa. I hadn’t expected to have a complete view of Dom from head to toe, her skin lit up like she was under a spotlight.

It would be an understatement to say her baggy cargo pants don’t do her justice, but somehow that makes it all the more sexy. She’s petite and curvy and perfect. I want to put my hands all over her.

I want her, but I’m afraid of saying the wrong thing and fucking up the delicate balance between us. Everything is so perfect. She’s here, naked, with me. It feels like any move I make has the potential to bring everything crashing down.

So I hold her in place, the tip of my cock pulsing as I feel the promise of her heat, her mouth so close that I could claim it.

Meanwhile, my brother is living out his greatest fantasy. Turns out that while Annika and Thomas were busy plotting to help Thomas hook up with Minnie, Minnie was busy plotting how to hook up with Annika. Now all three of them have disappeared into the canvas-covered cabana in the far corner of the pool deck. From the sound of things, they’re having fun.

Having sex on display does nothing to help my arousal. I turn us so we’re facing away from the cabana, hoping the three of them don’t get us kicked out with their shenanigans.

Dom is still quiet. The top of her breasts curve out of the water. I can feel reason leaving the building as I watch the water gently rise and fall around them. My hands tense as I fight the temptation to touch them.

“Dom.” I tilt her head back to look at me. My cock throbs from the heat I see in her eyes.

She has no idea how much I want to dig my fingers in her hips and shove my dick inside her. I want her hot pussy to surround me, to consume me. I want to suck on her nipples and make her moan. I want to throw her on the pool deck and go down on her. I want to fuck her backwards and forwards and lose myself in her.

From the way she’s looking at me, I think she might want that, too. What would she say if I told her I brought condoms with me tonight on the off-chance things went well between us?

I wet my lips, trying to work up the nerve to take the next step. To risk breaking this perfect moment.

“Hey, who’s in there?”

My head jerks toward the sound. Dom bolts in my arms. From the cabana comes a series of harsh whispers to “Shhh!” and “Shut up!” which of course just makes more noise.

“Who’s in there?” I glimpse the head of the security guard on the other side of the bushes.

“If someone’s in there, I’m calling the police! This is private property!”

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